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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid black; height: auto; width: 400px; margin-top: -10px;][justify][size=9pt]So X had a nose for adventure. No matter where he was and what situation he was in, Toxicshock would, without fail, find something to occupy his time. Most times, said activity would draw some needed attention to him as well. There was something about the spotlight that he craved desperately. This time, it was a skateboard.


    It wasn't in the ideal condition, but it would have to do. He was a bit large for it, but nevertheless he made it work. "HELL YEAH!" Tox yowled, blasting through camp as he flickered in and out of invisibility. This was sure a sight to see.





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    He is finally strong enough to go out and explore the vast territory of the group called the Skulls. Don't get him wrong, the mansion is a cozy place but he has already explored most of it and so far nothing seemed to spark his memories. Maybe he isn't from here after all, maybe he belongs to some other group out there and if he sees something from there then the memories might come flooding in. But fear keeps him here, what if he goes out an ends up forgetting everything again? The though of traveling alone scares him to the core.


    His wounds have healed up good with minimal scaring, well except for that large gash on the left side of his forehead which healed in to a deep scar, though he doesn't seem to mind as long as it is healed and he is healthy it is all good!


    So the rust colored wolf has stepped outside and immediately the gentle breeze caressed him like the loving touch of a mother. He sucked in a deep breath of air, feeling the cold wind rush down his throat and swirl in his lungs like the breath of life, giving him some well needed energy. Holding in the air as long as he could before he blows the air out of his lungs through his mouth in a rush of wind. It sure feels good being outside again. Looking down he stretches and grips his paws around the long cool grass, enjoying the feeling of it and the dirt under them.


    "HELL YEAH!"


    The sudden yell startled the wolf and, again, he jumped in place, his ears shot up and his eyes wide in surprise. Quickly whipping his head around to the source, he sees a skateboard just rolling around with...the wolf squints his yellow saffron eyes to try and see what is that on top of the board. It looks like someone is flicking in and out of visibility. A feline?


    For someone who has lost all memories and almost all past knowledge that one usually learns as a pup, invisibility is scary as hell! A ghost is the first thing that jumps to mind. However, he does nothing but stays frozen like a statue and follows the skateboard with his eyes as it rolls around the entire camp. Should he call out? What if he gets it angry?

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    The SnowFerra arrived in a track post.




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    Mai gave a little laugh watching the two. She enjoyed seeing others happy and at ease. Of course, things wouldn’t always stay like that. They lived in a world with sin and hatred. There was no escaping that.

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    Oh stars, what was that? The clouded leopard frowned at hearing X's shout. She had been in her room, curled up, eyes shut tight and trying her best to put on the happy show she had decided she'd be putting on for now on. Loke was gone... So many were just... Gone. Ears flicking back and forth, the spotted feline frowned at watching the skateboard move on its own. Invisibility of course, she decided, seeing as she remembered discovering the power for herself quite some time ago. Way back then; when the Skulls lived on the boat and she'd been a fairly young cub. She practically had an anxiety attack.




    Blinking at X, she smiled just a little. It was nice to see an old face after so many moons. "Y-you having fun there, X?" She called out, sitting down, curling her tail neatly around her paws.




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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10]Sverre knew what fun was. He remembered it, at least. Though he had spent three of his five moons starving in the woods eating bugs and wandering alone, two of them had been spent as a slave to men that loved a good time, he just simply was never a part of it. Sverre remembered the big cats laughing when others fell, or when someone jumped off the cliff-wall and actually survived. He also recalled the hunters kicking a ball around, playing a game of some kind. Savage and not so savage fun. Thank the gods Sverre had learnt the difference, and that heads on pikes and gouging out eyeballs was probably not a hilarious activity here.


    The white kitten, feeling sick as he had actually eaten something for the first time in a while, simply watched Toxic and his endeavors. He did not feel he was permitted to join in, but it did look like X was enjoying himself.

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    In a track post, the disagreeable deputy watched.
    She seemed to have bad blood with this guy, and for a good reason too.
    You better not break anything, she thought, eyes narrowed. The mansion was pretty important to her.


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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid black; height: auto; width: 400px; margin-top: -10px;][justify][size=9pt]X was having the time of his pathetic, lonely life. He was hauling ass through the hallways with great speed. Nothing had given him this much thrill since, well, perhaps even dating back to when Luke was promoted to a Dux (aka cheap stripper). Damn, those were the times.


    "Waaaatche outttttt~" The caracal warned, a bit too late, before unintentionally aiming to crash into the deputy.



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    She snarled when she just barely avoided him.
    But no.
    She did not avoid him after all.
    Because in the next moment, she had been turned into a bat, and she was hanging upside-down from the ceiling.
    You goddamn idiot! she thought angrily. You did that on purpose!
    Of course, Remilia was a childish cat.
    Oh, but now she was a bat.
    Turning back, she aimed to land right on top of him.


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